16
“I’m k********g you.”
Trihn looked up at Bryna standing there in mile-high black Louboutins and a skimpy red dress.
“What?” Trihn asked.
“You heard me, b***h. You have exactly one hour to get dressed and ready, and then we have plans.”
“Um…Bri, I’d love to, but I already have plans with Damon tonight.”
Bryna sank into her hip and gave her a perfect I-don’t-give-a-s**t look. “You always have plans with Damon.”
“And you pushed me to him,” Trihn said. She dropped the pencil she had been using to work on her designs. Final proofs were due next week, and she was almost finished with what she hoped were fashion show–worthy designs.
“Yes. That’s all great, but he can’t have all your time. I haven’t even seen you the past couple of weeks.”
It was true. Since Trihn had met Damon’s mom,
